my favorite shirt & Whö woke me up [Substitute Soul Reaper]

Whö woke me up N my backyard jungle gym tower while trippi’И on acid years ago (4’get when.)

i don’t know if I’ll write a poem 4 this Small World. It’s not that i can’t. I’m not HiM anymore, so no longer hold her Verse Voice, though Transmuted a clone, turned her into my bones. Like rolling stones. So it goes. So goes 2 show: I -§till- Can ~ Flow 4’EVA like, no – not like: Flow N’RΔkiM when ΣY∃ B on the mic with Nikes on my feet, Cypher CODA: complete. I Am: Done, flex’И on FOOL§; NOW I Am: TOOL, but not Schism, like Crimson; Calypso, so Bleach can C: that horny girl Whö wins Ü your mONEy.

Now back 2 sounding (mostly) normal. This was my favorite shirt as a kid (yet I never actually got). I always had plenty of clothes. Too many clothes. But I never asked for anything that actually reflected “Me,” Whö I Am, really: both N§ide & Outside of where eyes C: øDD’s Mii. Ironically, I felt Naked when Wearing clothes that I chose. Same reason I always had specific music curated for people to get a peek of my taste, but only an Imaginary face.

When my mom buys me silly pajamas, bullies can’t hurt the “Real Me” – illusion, induced Pain & Misery because bullies want 2 C blood.

But when I expose my self by choosing Whö I want to B rather than just letting Life happen 2 Me, Virtual voices turn N’2 Real ghosts that I host until they’re ready 2 go onto the otherside.

I’m Å: §hinigami, a.k.a. a Substitute Soul Reaper

So back to y: when electricity turns N’2 Real, N’2 A Sensation – Empathy REMinds M3: those kids who keep dying in your sick & twisted Phantasies R Real somewhere, and Kindness doesn’t care; doesn’t care how far Ü echos B’4 arriving N’§ide Me.Niceness forgets Ignorance N bliss. But when Ü become aware of quantum mechanics. Every trip feels like ripping lips off of kids never given a fair chance to even say our shared Name.